lately i've been losing my temper at the most irrational things

MINIPIZZAS!!

Soggy?

This was no mini-pizza. This was undeniably the bottom part of a hamburger bun. With melted cheese on it.

EARLIER THAT DAY:

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YOU CAN'T FOOL ME, USDAN.

FML

On day two of a three-day all-nighter. Thrall nighter.

production night

LYFE

Here's a little window into my life, recently.

While working in the library one night, my vision got blurry and I thought I might need to throw up. I went outside for some fresh air, and found that yes, indeed, I did need to throw up. I decided the best place to do this would not be a bathroom, but in the grass between the library and PAC. I stumbled over, only to discover minutes later that I had passed out.

Still not employed. Though I'm trying my best.

I'm graduating like, really soon.

Lots of naps.

Trying to get better at talking to boys I think are cute.

"The Failure of Success"

is a book by Esther Milner that I used in my thesis research. But the latter half of spring break has seen it take on an ironic (and perhaps schadenfreudeian?) new role in its place on my desk, leaning against my alarm clock. The second week of break, which I set aside to do my job application, devolved into me enjoying several levels of atrophy. I somehow made it through the New England winter with the constitution of an Olympian, but the first bird-chirps of springtime had me sleeping off a fever for an entire week.The right choice.

Anyone else with me on this?

Pop underdog/media bolus Susan Boyle vs. "French Chef" supastar Julia Child

Bizzaro? YOU DECIDE.

Bonus pack:

Dan Aykroyd ftw